No Fingaz lyrics

by

YungManny



[Verse 1]
Same n*gga with beada-beads
Tell ya celebrity crush come get on her knees
I made a million just off of Febreeze
Motivation ain't real, this is discipline sheezy
Some n*ggas still gotta die before Christmas
Even if I gotta go get 'em on Eve
Every time that I think about trustin' a b*tch
I remember how Adam got f*cked by Eve
I snap back in reality, I leave all my old b*tches in agony
I don't want "Get wells", don't want sh*t bags
I need straight fatalities
I drill holes into hoes, I'm a cavity
You ain't never flew a b*tch out to Napoli
Made mе cut off his water now he mad at me
Forеver it's up, f*ck gravity station

[Verse 2]
Everybody wants a piece of the pie
But ain't 'nan n*gga chip in this to buy this flour
Money long in this b*tch, sh*t long as my di*k
She gon suck di*k for hours and hours
All these thirty round totin' ass cowards
The girl of yo' dreams in my house taking showers
Me, I despise everything about a fifty ass n*gga
That's why I ain't even watch Power
Now b*tch rotate, open up, white strip, no Colgate
If I don't got my sh*t you get OJ'd
Wonder would she f*ck me if I had no plays (Nope)
I love me a woman who swing both ways
My dawg don't take pics, he just soul take
If you don't say sh*t we gon' be okay
Too many know where I stayed, I relocated
I found out that ya dawg is only ya dawg
Until you go tell they ass "No"
These n*ggas be soft, these n*ggas'll rob someone who put food in they throat
Not me, I won't go like no ho
Just generally speaking on pus*y ass folks
And the sh*t that they do to a man they call bro
How the f*ck do that make you gangster? You bogus
[Verse 3]
These n*ggas ain't ballin'
You ain't gettin' no offers, you JUCO
n*ggas be federal, hotter than Zuko
Act like he jokin' he telling his truth though
You thirty-two stuck in a loophole (sh*tty)
I ain't worried bout n*ggas, these n*ggas be glucose
Give that sh*t up, boy, you too old
n*ggas be dyin' for lettin' the wrong n*ggas too close
You heard what had happened to you know
Ain't no real gettin' money n*gga always outside
If I really want you, I ain't saying no rhymes
I won't mention yo' name, I won't go on no live
I'ma send 'em to get you and continue with life
Being the breadwinner come with a price
You asking for seconds, "Can I get a slice?"
The craziest thing bout the backdoor
It's never a random, it's someone you knew your whole life
If he puttin' in work, give your dawg a percentage
If not, cut him, don't even bench him
Benching his ass mean he still on the team
And you only as strong as that weak n*gga link
Say Manny ain't ain't gon be the one goin' out bout no b*tch
It's one up everytime that I link
My sh*t keep working hard and I keep praising God
Should be no way in hell it don't play out to be
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